Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Finland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Angels of Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Index. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gories,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.